Broken Arms?
I need a little help. I'm writing the sequel to 'Learning' and have reached a point where I need a little help. How would the Doctor go about fixing a broken arm? Or is there a way of writing about it without writing about it, if you know what I mean... Help?
Here's what I have so far. Thoughts desperately desired.
Title: Ground Rules
Author: Cleo Calliope
Status: Unfinished
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The TARDIS shuddered as the Doctor slammed different controls and Rose held on to the console for dear life. The Doctor's face showed no expression whatsoever, but she could almost *feel* the anger radiating off of him. She would be angry as well later on, she knew she would. Actually, she was angry now if she were honest about it. Adam's betrayal was less malice than stupidity, but it was a betrayal nonetheless. However, at this point she was still absorbing it, getting used to the idea that she'd been that wrong about him. She would be properly furious about it later when she'd had time to think about what might have happened if Cathica hadn't stepped up when she had and taken charge of Satellite 5. For the moment though she simply watched the Doctor's fury as the TARDIS tilled crazily, the whole thing shaking as though it were going to come apart.
Trips in the Doctor's time and space ship were never smooth, but this was usually bad. There were times that Rose could swear the TARDIS not only felt but responded to the Doctor's moods. This was one of them. And all in all, it would surprise her less than some of the other things she'd seen since she'd begun travelling with the him. He spoke of the TARDIS as though she were alive in her own right and Rose knew about the telepathic field she generated. So, why not?
At the moment it seemed as though all of his seething anger were being transferred into the ship and expressing itself with the violence of their journey. For once, she didn't even dare ask where they were going.
Usually, he'd have been shouting at her to hit that button or turn that dial. But not this trip. He was all around the console doing everything himself and only barely managing to stay upright as they went. Rose just held on, held her tongue, and tried not to get in his way. Despite what he'd said to Adam about Rose being ‘the best' she was still far from convinced that the Doctor wasn't just a little angry with her as well. After all, it *was* Rose's fault that Adam had been with them in the first place. She'd insisted they take him with them when the Doctor had been all for leaving him in his own time. And she was the one to give Adam her TARDIS key on his first trip out with them. The Doctor hadn't given Rose her own key until they had been travelling together for a little while and Rose had proven herself. So, what had she done? Turned around and given it to Adam without a second thought. It had been stupid.
After Adam had handed it back to the Doctor he'd used it to unlock the TARDIS and dropped it in his pocket. So far, it had yet to make a reappearance and it was beginning to make her nervous.
It wasn't that Rose thought that the doctor was about to take her home and drop her there as he'd done with Adam. It was just that... she wasn't entirely sure that the Doctor wasn't going to hold her at least partially to blame for what had happened. What if he didn't think she was as trustworthy as he'd thought before? What bothered her even more was that *she* wasn't entirely sure she was anymore. And how could he trust her when she couldn't trust herself.
Suddenly, the noise stopped with a final whining sound from the TARDIS Rose had never heard before. It did not sound good. And neither did the stream of alien words that came from the Doctor. There were times when knowing the language wasn't necessary. The tone alone was enough to indicate the presence of profanity. Her mother would have washed his mouth out with soap on principal.
Suddenly, the whole TARDIS tilted sideways. Rose finally lost her grip on the console and found herself slammed onto the floor with enough force to knock the breath out of her. Which was the only thing that kept her from crying out as pain shot up her right arm where she landed on it. Then the time machine gave one final shudder, righted itself, and died entirely.
There were a few words Rose actually recognised in the stream of curses that accompanied this. The Doctor sprang to his feet from where he'd landed and energetically hit the console with his mallet. It seemed to have effect whatsoever.
Rose didn't move for a moment, pain radiating up and down her arm. She forced herself to breath slow and steady as she used her left arm to lever herself to a sitting position and then grasped her right tightly against her side waiting for the pain to subside. The Doctor had stopped swearing and was already under the console tearing wires out in a manner that suggested he was taking out his temper on the TARDIS instead of actually trying to fix it.
Looking down at her injured arm, Rose couldn't immediately see anything wrong with it. But when she tried to move it the pain was incredible. She bit her lip forcing back the sting of tears in her eyes. She *was not* going to cry. She was an experienced time traveller! What was more she suddenly found that the *last* thing she wanted was to show weakness in front of the Doctor right now. He'd just abandoned Adam - even if it had been justified. She *was not* going to make herself look like just another stupid ape by showing that she'd got herself hurt just because they'd landed a little roughly.
She took another deep breath and tried wiggling her fingers. They wouldn't move and the effort was painful. However, when she tried to bend her elbow using the other arm to help it along the pain that stabbed up through her arm was *intense* and she whimpered involuntarily. It sounded loud in the silent TARDIS.
The Doctor poked his head out from under the consol, looking vaguely surprised as though he'd forgotten she was there.
"What's the matter?" He didn't sound pleased however and Rose wanted to tell him that nothing was the matter. That everything was fine.
She tried to sit up a little straighter but managed to jar her arm in the process and ended up choking on a half sob instead.
"Rose?" The Doctor was clearly worried now. His anger vanishing without a trace, his mood had shifted almost instantaneously as it sometimes did. He pushed himself from under the consol and sat up.
"I... I think it's broken, Doctor," she said tightly, trying to swallow back her embarrassment.. "I landed on my arm when the TARDIS tilted."
The Doctor was up and next to her before she'd finished speaking, his sonic screwdriver in his hand.
"Let me see," he said gently, running the devise over her arm.
"You can't screw the bone back together," Rose objected.
"This does a lot more than turn screws," the Doctor said, entirely focussed on her arm. "You should know that by now. Damn."
"What?"
When he met her eyes she could see sorrow there, but also guilt. "It is broken - in more than one place. I'm sorry, Rose."
"Why? You can do something about it, can't you?" she demanded, starting to panic at his expression.
"Of course I can!" he said, annoyance flickering across his features and then gone again just as quickly. "It's just that... Nevermind. Come on." He helped her to her feet and led her to the infirmary.
"Sit down," he instructed, waving her toward the one bed in the room while he went to rummage in cupboard and drawers. Rose had been in here before of course - cuts, scrapes, massive headaches, and the occasional allergic reaction to things with names she couldn't pronounce were part of the whole time and space travelling deal. Things happened. This was the first broken bone of so far. Well, at least since she'd been on board. Come to think of it, it was probably surprising it hadn't happened before.
Here's what I have so far. Thoughts desperately desired.
Title: Ground Rules
Author: Cleo Calliope
Status: Unfinished
* * *
The TARDIS shuddered as the Doctor slammed different controls and Rose held on to the console for dear life. The Doctor's face showed no expression whatsoever, but she could almost *feel* the anger radiating off of him. She would be angry as well later on, she knew she would. Actually, she was angry now if she were honest about it. Adam's betrayal was less malice than stupidity, but it was a betrayal nonetheless. However, at this point she was still absorbing it, getting used to the idea that she'd been that wrong about him. She would be properly furious about it later when she'd had time to think about what might have happened if Cathica hadn't stepped up when she had and taken charge of Satellite 5. For the moment though she simply watched the Doctor's fury as the TARDIS tilled crazily, the whole thing shaking as though it were going to come apart.
Trips in the Doctor's time and space ship were never smooth, but this was usually bad. There were times that Rose could swear the TARDIS not only felt but responded to the Doctor's moods. This was one of them. And all in all, it would surprise her less than some of the other things she'd seen since she'd begun travelling with the him. He spoke of the TARDIS as though she were alive in her own right and Rose knew about the telepathic field she generated. So, why not?
At the moment it seemed as though all of his seething anger were being transferred into the ship and expressing itself with the violence of their journey. For once, she didn't even dare ask where they were going.
Usually, he'd have been shouting at her to hit that button or turn that dial. But not this trip. He was all around the console doing everything himself and only barely managing to stay upright as they went. Rose just held on, held her tongue, and tried not to get in his way. Despite what he'd said to Adam about Rose being ‘the best' she was still far from convinced that the Doctor wasn't just a little angry with her as well. After all, it *was* Rose's fault that Adam had been with them in the first place. She'd insisted they take him with them when the Doctor had been all for leaving him in his own time. And she was the one to give Adam her TARDIS key on his first trip out with them. The Doctor hadn't given Rose her own key until they had been travelling together for a little while and Rose had proven herself. So, what had she done? Turned around and given it to Adam without a second thought. It had been stupid.
After Adam had handed it back to the Doctor he'd used it to unlock the TARDIS and dropped it in his pocket. So far, it had yet to make a reappearance and it was beginning to make her nervous.
It wasn't that Rose thought that the doctor was about to take her home and drop her there as he'd done with Adam. It was just that... she wasn't entirely sure that the Doctor wasn't going to hold her at least partially to blame for what had happened. What if he didn't think she was as trustworthy as he'd thought before? What bothered her even more was that *she* wasn't entirely sure she was anymore. And how could he trust her when she couldn't trust herself.
Suddenly, the noise stopped with a final whining sound from the TARDIS Rose had never heard before. It did not sound good. And neither did the stream of alien words that came from the Doctor. There were times when knowing the language wasn't necessary. The tone alone was enough to indicate the presence of profanity. Her mother would have washed his mouth out with soap on principal.
Suddenly, the whole TARDIS tilted sideways. Rose finally lost her grip on the console and found herself slammed onto the floor with enough force to knock the breath out of her. Which was the only thing that kept her from crying out as pain shot up her right arm where she landed on it. Then the time machine gave one final shudder, righted itself, and died entirely.
There were a few words Rose actually recognised in the stream of curses that accompanied this. The Doctor sprang to his feet from where he'd landed and energetically hit the console with his mallet. It seemed to have effect whatsoever.
Rose didn't move for a moment, pain radiating up and down her arm. She forced herself to breath slow and steady as she used her left arm to lever herself to a sitting position and then grasped her right tightly against her side waiting for the pain to subside. The Doctor had stopped swearing and was already under the console tearing wires out in a manner that suggested he was taking out his temper on the TARDIS instead of actually trying to fix it.
Looking down at her injured arm, Rose couldn't immediately see anything wrong with it. But when she tried to move it the pain was incredible. She bit her lip forcing back the sting of tears in her eyes. She *was not* going to cry. She was an experienced time traveller! What was more she suddenly found that the *last* thing she wanted was to show weakness in front of the Doctor right now. He'd just abandoned Adam - even if it had been justified. She *was not* going to make herself look like just another stupid ape by showing that she'd got herself hurt just because they'd landed a little roughly.
She took another deep breath and tried wiggling her fingers. They wouldn't move and the effort was painful. However, when she tried to bend her elbow using the other arm to help it along the pain that stabbed up through her arm was *intense* and she whimpered involuntarily. It sounded loud in the silent TARDIS.
The Doctor poked his head out from under the consol, looking vaguely surprised as though he'd forgotten she was there.
"What's the matter?" He didn't sound pleased however and Rose wanted to tell him that nothing was the matter. That everything was fine.
She tried to sit up a little straighter but managed to jar her arm in the process and ended up choking on a half sob instead.
"Rose?" The Doctor was clearly worried now. His anger vanishing without a trace, his mood had shifted almost instantaneously as it sometimes did. He pushed himself from under the consol and sat up.
"I... I think it's broken, Doctor," she said tightly, trying to swallow back her embarrassment.. "I landed on my arm when the TARDIS tilted."
The Doctor was up and next to her before she'd finished speaking, his sonic screwdriver in his hand.
"Let me see," he said gently, running the devise over her arm.
"You can't screw the bone back together," Rose objected.
"This does a lot more than turn screws," the Doctor said, entirely focussed on her arm. "You should know that by now. Damn."
"What?"
When he met her eyes she could see sorrow there, but also guilt. "It is broken - in more than one place. I'm sorry, Rose."
"Why? You can do something about it, can't you?" she demanded, starting to panic at his expression.
"Of course I can!" he said, annoyance flickering across his features and then gone again just as quickly. "It's just that... Nevermind. Come on." He helped her to her feet and led her to the infirmary.
"Sit down," he instructed, waving her toward the one bed in the room while he went to rummage in cupboard and drawers. Rose had been in here before of course - cuts, scrapes, massive headaches, and the occasional allergic reaction to things with names she couldn't pronounce were part of the whole time and space travelling deal. Things happened. This was the first broken bone of so far. Well, at least since she'd been on board. Come to think of it, it was probably surprising it hadn't happened before.